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		By: Cathy S.		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Oh my, My sister and I attended Camp Nawakwa in the late 40s to the early 60s when I became a counselor, Waterfront Director, and then Assistant Director. My brother attended Camp Chickagami. We went for the entire summer and I count those days as some of the happiest of my life. Horsebackriding was a highlight for both my sister and me. Mr. Riley was a sweet man and on the last day of camp when my father came to pick me (or us) up we would stop by at the stables and Mr. Riley loaded fresh horse manure in several buckets and loaded them in the car trunk. We still laugh about the ride home with the wicked &#039;perfume!&#039;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh my, My sister and I attended Camp Nawakwa in the late 40s to the early 60s when I became a counselor, Waterfront Director, and then Assistant Director. My brother attended Camp Chickagami. We went for the entire summer and I count those days as some of the happiest of my life. Horsebackriding was a highlight for both my sister and me. Mr. Riley was a sweet man and on the last day of camp when my father came to pick me (or us) up we would stop by at the stables and Mr. Riley loaded fresh horse manure in several buckets and loaded them in the car trunk. We still laugh about the ride home with the wicked &#8216;perfume!&#8217;</p>
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